So we can satisfactorily move on to what followed, I want to go back and talk about what I did after my arrival to cat sit….. which basically was a lot of pastoral hanging out, punctuated with some day trips after my work was done.
It took two trains, one intercity and one distance (including one hurried hustle to a nearby, different station to catch the TGV); an RER train; two metro transfers; and a bumpy four blocks of rolling my luggage along, but I have arrived in Paris! (more specifically, to the bachelor pad I am renting for the remainder of the week here).
We interrupt our chronologically ordered blogging for this public service complaint – more adventuring in When Travel Doesn’t Go Smoothly.
I woke up extra early on my first full day in Europe to be sure I got to my cat-sitting assignment on time. It was some distance outside the city in the opposite direction of where my hotel was located, plus I needed to secure a taxi for the last part of the trip, and I was skeptical they’d be in abundant supply early on a Sunday morning. Continue reading
So my first evening out and about provided a good reminder that travel can be super cool and also have its off days that make you long to be further deepening your own living room sofa’s ass groove.
After arrival at the airport, everything proceeded more or less according to plan. Being a Friday evening (d’oh! forgot about that when I agreed to be bumped when Delta called me the day before) security lines were insane: packed and moving almost imperceptibly, and the chubby mouse-ear wearing British kid directly in front of me had to be hustled to a hurried exit when he started puking purple sludge into a ziplock bag (note to ziplock bag: Thank you for your fortuitous placement, O Ziplock Bag, or the pudgelet’s purgings would have landed on my bare, wedge-sandaled feet – ewwwww).
The wildest part of my trip so far was definitely riding the bus from Pine Hills to the airport.